Riley, however, only smirked. His gaze darkened with approval, his fingers tracing along her waist before slowly—deliberately—moving upward.
Today, Ava would learn.
And Riley would make sure she never forgot.
Riley pulled away from the kiss, his lips curving into a smirk as his gaze trailed downward, drinking in the sight of Ava's bare, heaving chest. Her breasts were perfect—round, full, and inviting, their soft curves rising and falling with each unsteady breath she took.
The cool air kissed her flushed skin, making her nipples tighten into stiff peaks, and Riley felt his own body heat up at the sight.
He reached out, his fingers grazing over her delicate skin before cupping the warm, supple flesh in his hands. He gave an experimental squeeze, testing their softness, relishing the way her breasts molded so perfectly against his palms.
"You have a beautiful pair of white rabbits, Ava," he murmured, his voice husky with appreciation. "I love them."
